I've been a lurker here for the longest time and sciencekitty encouraged me to write a fic so I've decided to post it. I'm a big girl I can take the criticism so go ahead and tell me what you think.

Title: Happy Man
Fandom: CSI Vegas
Characters/Pairing: Warrick/Sara
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI or the characters...ha! if only.
Notes: Sciencekitty suggested Steamy, bathroom scene so here goes...to be on the safe side I'm putting this under 'M'

He's glad to be home, relieved to have the longest shift of his life over with and the sigh that escapes his lips is loud enough for him to cringe at the sound of it. He drops his bag, on the sofa, sags beside it and starts unlacing his boots.

He reeks. Three hours trudging through the sewers of Las Vegas leaves him smelling so foul he diverts from his next target, which would have been to seek food. Instead he heads straight upstairs to the bathroom.

The music coming from the slightly open, faded yellow door slows his purposeful stride and instantly the foreboding mask lifts from his face and he smiles. He knows what he'll see before he even pushes the door wide enough open to slip into the pale blue room and yet he stand just inside, the doorknob in his hand against his back and takes it all in.

Soft jazz music wafts from the ipod she has positioned against the speakers and he notes the song currently playing is the same one they had traded words about yesterday.

"I thought I played it too often?" he said, causing her to jump, opening the buttons on his shirt.

"Warrick Brown!" she spun around in the shower, pulling the curtain aside to glare at him.

"You frightened the-" she began, hands swiping at her eyes, trying to clear the stream of water making its way down her face.

"I frightened the what?" he smiled mischievously pulling the shirt from his shoulders tossing it into the open hamper in the corner.

"I thought you were pulling a double?" she ignored his taunt.

"We found enough evidence in the sewer to nail the guy," he said flippantly, unbuckling his belt to remove the dark brown pants he wore. "Greg was still scouring himself when I left."

"And you didn't offer to scrub his back?" she grinned and shrieked when he pulled the curtain aside to join her in the shower. "Now why would I wanna do that when I've got the back of my lovely wife waiting to be scrubbed." His eyes twinkled as he slid up against her, his arms slipping around her waist, his mouth finding her neck, opening slightly to nuzzle her. She grabbed the shower gel from the shelf and poured a liberal amount into her palms, then started spreading it all over him.

"You know after trying for over an hour and finally getting the twins to sleep, I had planned this as a relaxing bath," she mumbled in jagged gasps, her head thrown back, when his mouth left her neck and started traveling lower.

"You had huh?" his hands smoothed over the slight swell of her post pregnant stomach. "Well let's see what we can do about that." He smiled at her seductively. "How can I help my baby relax?"

"I can think of one way," she murmured, her hands sliding down his body intent on an obvious target. "Oh no you don't," Warrick grabbed her hands, taking them from his body, pressing them above her and against the light blue tiles of the bath.

"Dr. Nam would kill me," he panted as Sara struggled against him, her writhing wet body sending him to the edge of his self-control quickly. They had left the hospital a week before with a list of warnings from the doctor, the topper being NO SEX. For two very sexually active CSIs it had come as a blow but even more for the forever-defiant Sara who tried at every available opportunity to ambush him. Sara his wife was as demanding as Sara the CSI and just as stubborn.

"Rick'" she whined, sensing his resolve, one of her hands now freed slipping around his neck as she leaned in to kiss him.

"Well I'll die a happy man," he surmised responding to her kiss. "A very happy man."